I am fake You see me as a bright bubbley bad girl. That's what I want you to see. But to be honest with you I'm scared... Scared of what you'd think of the real. The badly damaged ,depressed,suicial me. The Real Me.
Nobody likes the real me. I may seem happy but I'm not. I'm sad. Trying not to show it. I put on a smile. I've been trying to be happy so long. Everyday's the same. Everyday I hide THE REAL ME.